'probably spying on him in the interest, not of justice, but of crime—to see that he was true to a pledge to place forged bonds; for now that he had been put on his guard he had no doubt that his pretty informant was right. The stranger occupied the cabin next to him, and was always hovering near him in the smoking-room, unobtrusively but persistently.
Thanking the girl for her warning in a careless tone that implied that he had no reason to be anxious, he changed the subject. But before he turned in that night he made it his business to ascertain from his bedroom steward the name of his next-door neighbor, which proved to be Marker.
“Probably Mr. Marker’s functions are confined to espionage. If that is a sample of the sort of bravo to be employed should I kick over the traces, I haven’t much to fear,” he reflected, as he switched off the electric light and composed himself to dream of Leonie Sherman.
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